Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Albee Al
Performer
Money Man
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Robinson
Songwriter
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LilC4
Producer
LILZ
Mixing Engineer
NDA
Mastering Engineer
Raymond Boone
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Everything presidential, man
El presidente
Presidential suites, presidential Rollies
I live like a president
[Verse 1]
Obama the Rollie, it's presidential
I'm in a suite, yeah, that presidential
Know that I'm loyal, won't go against you
So many losses a **** went through
I'm in a foreign, this ain't a rental
Had to go get it, man, plain and simple
Had to go get it, my mama run through
Don't understand what a **** went through
I wanted more so I had to have it
I ride around with a automatic
Touch me, we slidin', it's automatic
I'm in the field like I'm quarter-backin'
Couldn't stay broke 'cause my daughter askin'
LOL Dolls, man, she had to have it
Promise he goin' if we catch him lackin'
He know that he goin' if we catch him lackin'
[Verse 2]
Ran up a million
Fell on my knees and I pray to the ceiling
All of this pain in my heart be healing
Pray for my mother and pray for my children
Pray for my broke bag, I hope he appealin'
Know when the tracks get broke and it's hard to rebuild it
That's why I watch who I chill with
Might a hit a bitch, she don't double back
I'm protecting my feelings
I can't be intimate, who got the Percs? I need 10 of them
I pop them shits like they M&Ms
Blew my adrenaline, think I'm addicted to downers
Don't want no fuck **** around us
They used to doubt us
All of these bitches around us
She let me fuck on the counter, fuck in the shower
They say that money is power and knowledge is power
So give me brain for an hour
I got no time to be sentimental
That's why I fucked you and I ain't catch you
Bitches will fuck me if it's beneficial
I put a dirty up on my pistol
I'm out here ballin', you hear the whistle
Bitches be choosin' but they don't pick you
Splash like LG shit, hold up, aye, aye
[Chorus]
Obama the Rollie, it's presidential
I'm in a suite, yeah, that presidential
Know that I'm loyal, won't go against you
So many losses a **** went through
I'm in a foreign, this ain't a rental
Had to go get it, man, plain and simple
Had to go get it, my mama run through
Don't understand what a **** went through
I wanted more so I had to have it
I ride around with a automatic
Touch me, we slidin', it's automatic
I'm in the field like I'm quarter-backin'
Couldn't stay broke 'cause my daughter askin'
LOL Dolls, man, she had to have it
Promise he goin' if we catch him lackin'
He know that he goin' if we catch him lackin'
[Verse 3]
I ain't got no feelings, ain't sentimental
Send them killers right up to your residential
I be rocking that Rollie, it's presidential
Better keep you a fire, it's so essential
I don't fuck with no **** who artificial
I should go be a rep 'cause I'm too official
She gon' cry when I leave her, I give her tissue
I got money right now, I should buy a missile
I was locked in that cell, I was reminiscing
I ain't had me no books or no television
Now I keep me a fire and it got extension
For these **** who coming with bad intentions
Me and Al, we go fuck on the baddest women
They just wanna come fuck and then swallow children
Ain't cuffing no freaks, you know how I'm pimping
Got my head on the swivel, I'm never slipping
I be whipping them cars with the fastest engines
I get talked about, dawg, I'm in all their mentions
I be building them guns, I got new inventions
I be making them Ms, I finesse the system
We got killers from every state, they gon' crash
When we let out that fire, better do the dash
In the back of the Maybach, I'm rolling hash
Had a flashback from breaking the bill in half
[Chorus]
Obama the Rollie, it's presidential
I'm in a suite, yeah, that presidential
Know that I'm loyal, won't go against you
So many losses a **** went through
I'm in a foreign, this ain't a rental
Had to go get it, man, plain and simple
Had to go get it, my mama run through
Don't understand what a **** went through
I wanted more so I had to have it
I ride around with a automatic
Touch me, we slidin', it's automatic
I'm in the field like I'm quarter-backin'
Couldn't stay broke 'cause my daughter askin'
LOL Dolls, man, she had to have it
Promise he goin' if we catch him lackin'
He know that he goin' if we catch him lackin'
Written by: Albert Robinson, Raymond Boone, Tysen Jay Bolding

